I've been drawing some risque pictures that are Ren and Stimpy related. Not porn, mind you. Just... rated R-ish. I don't know why I'm such a pervert with cartoons. I guess it's because of my lack of a love life, and the fact that I'm very much a kid at heart. Doing perverted things with cartoons is my way of making them grow up with me, and it's showing that I myself am having trouble adjusting to growing older... I'm not ashamed to admit that.

Anyway, one picture is of Ren's parents. Their pelvic areas are covered with a blanket, but the rest of them is exposed. I was trying to get a good look at what one of their first "encounters" might have been like. Ren's mom looks a little hesitant, but she is about a few seconds away from being lip-locked with Ren's dad. They're somewhat spaced apart, you see. It's hard to describe what Ren's dad is feeling in this pic. He looks like he really wants her, but not in a lustful way... more like a "I'm going to cry if your heart doesn't give out to mine," kind of way. Meh, but the picture kinda sucks anyway.

The other picture is of Ren smacking Stimpy... but not the usual way. He's kissing his nose! (*smak*) Stimpy's kind of lying down with Ren next to him, though you can't see most of Ren's body, hidden behind Stimpy's. One of Ren's hands is on Stimpy, and the other is on Stimpy's head. Stimpy is looking up at Ren with these large eyes, eyelashes showing, and he's sucking in his lower lip while smiling.

You'd think the above would be a fairly innocent picture, but there's a bulge in Stimpy's fur... a rather large one at that! Hee-hee... It's just that in many of John K.'s non-kiddy drawings, an intense scene with male figures depict a bulge in the guy's pants, whether they're angry, scared, or even barfing. In this case, Stimpy is really happy (among other things) that Ren is showing some tenderness for once. I wanted to experiment a little.

I didn't mention how the trip to Camp Sunrise went, did I? Well, we were in the van for hours, stopping about twice, and as we went thru NY I tried to play the role as tour guide. We stopped at a diner in the middle of nowhere to change into our official WAIT t-shirts, but the morons there wouldn't let us at first because we weren't paying customers. Like, how many customers did they ever get? Three? Dumb@$$es. Anyway, they finally let us in for whatever reason, we changed, and then we arrived at Camp Sunrise. We had dinner and performed our skit just before the camp had their talent show. We were doing a dance to "One Girl Revolution" by Superchick (which is a featured song in "Legally Blonde 2," and I haven't seen it yet) when the CD stopped just after a verse ended. It happened twice. Being in charge of the sound, I was kind of flustered. But we simply cut the act short and moved on.

One of the girls (who I will call Saint) kept shushing me everytime I tried to tell the audience we had technical difficulties, and during the final act when I tried to dance my own way. She had gotten me so mad that I ran off stage in the middle of the act and past the grounds to the parking lot. I was crying out of frustration. But she and the other girls came after the performance was over and calmed me down. They said that this wasn't the first time someone had gone off crying. When I felt better and we all got our things into the cabins we'd be staying in, we attended the talent show. ALL the acts contained references to, or were about, Cheon Il Guk or Reverend Moon. It was kind of annoying for me because they even did variations on my favorite songs... no sir, I didn't like it. But I kept an open mind. A lot of it was actually very good. Lots of comedy and singing.

After using the bathrooms (which have port-a-potty toilets, phew!) I went back to the cabin alone. I then noticed a door in the corner, and realized it was a closet. With some difficulty, I opened it, curious as to what lay within. There was a sink, and in the sink and on shelves of the closet walls were old weathered bars of Kiss My Face brand Olive Oil Soap. I showed this to another girl when she came in, and we tried to show another girl... but that time when I opened the door, a flying squirrel came out! All the other girls freaked out, but not me. I even tried to take a picture of him. But he went back inside the closet, and I closed the door. I was laughing it up about that strange closet for days.

I had trouble getting to sleep that night with all the bugs. I even got a bunch of new mosquito bites. The others probably had trouble too, because I made a remark about the moths in the cabin ("They eat cloth. We're going to wake up naked!") and the chewed up wooden beams that supported the roof ("It's going to fall on us. We'll be naked and covered in planks!"), and the rooms we refused to sleep in and so opted for the porch that shielded by a large bug screen ("Those rooms look like five prison cells. We're in a prison with a view. I smell the opportunity for a ghost story!").

I slept in the next morning. We left the camp after breakfast and took all day to head home. I was SO exhausted I had to go to bed early. We booed at the diner when we passed it.

Wow, I haven't written in a long while. Let's see if I can recount what's been going on with me lately. Okay... Female Cousin came home two days ago from Korea, and she gave me presents: a notebook, pens, felt-tip markers, stickers, two jelly pops, a cookie (which I ate last night), and I think that's it. I love 'em, but one of the pens was defective. :p

We went with Female Cousin for a doctor's appointment and some x-rays. She hasn't had medical attention for a whole year! She also hasn't driven during all that time; they wouldn't let her because Korean insurance apparently doesn't cover American drivers. Hmph. Anyway, while Cousin was getting x-rays, I met a 2 1/2 year-old boy who was half-Japanese and half-Caucasian. He was very cute. He kept hiding his toy red bus in "mommy's bag." He spoke Japanese and English, often both in the same sentence. God, I wish I could do that! I always wanted to learn Japanese. Anyway, we went shopping for Cousin after that, and I got a book on how to draw Japanese mechas.

Days before that happened, I've been keeping in touch with John Kricfalusi. I had a story idea for him for Ren and Stimpy... and that's all I will reveal for now. :)

I finally got a look at two screenshots from "Ren Seeks Help" of Ren's parents! I am very impressed with their design. Ren's mom is very pretty, much more beautiful than I imagined. She's got this pale fur, a pretty Chihuahua face, and blonde hair. I love how she looks! As for Ren's dad, there is no mistaking that they're related. His resemblance to Ren is scary, except he's much bigger than he is and he's got balding auburn hair. He smokes, so that explains where Ren got the habit from, I guess. He was wearing a cross around his neck when Ren was born... I wonder if he's got the Hoek accent I've grown to love? :D

Gaaah, I simply can't stop looking at these screenshots! I printed them out to keep in my special binder. Poor Ren made his mama cry... now he's really in for it! In my mind's eye, I don't think my fan character, a girlfriend for Ren, would have a very stable relationship with Ren's dad. I can tell just from looking at these pics. But hey, I could be wrong. I still have yet to see "Ren Seeks Help." I may be able to view it on Eldest Aunt's computer, when she gets back from the retreat, and I get back from Camp Sunrise.

By the way, this is my thirteenth entry. Bwahaha! Bad luck to you, good luck to me!

Well, the WAIT program is heading to upstate NY to perform for Camp Sunrise, a Unification Church camp. I don't know if I mentioned this already, but Eldest Aunt and her family are part of that church, as is most of the WAIT group. That's what that Youth Service was for. I'm not part of any church. I believe in God, but I do not believe in organized religion as a way to become closer to God. I respect all religions, though I may seriously question them. I'm a natural-born critic. It's kind of my job in life.

Anyway, we're heading to my home state on Friday, and we'll be back Monday. Hmm, I must remind my mom to record Ren and Stimpy for me for tomorrow night. I forget if "Fire Dogs 2" will be playing, or if "Man's Best Friend" is. Either one is okay. I can't wait to go home so I can watch "Ren Seeks Help." I'd love to see Ren's parents and see the twisted youth that Ren was. That poor frog I've been hearing about... LOL

Vanilla hates me. She keeps hiding from me outside in the dog house. Even when it's raining out. She's scared of me, I don't understand it! She can't even eat with me around.

I must remember to pull up a bunch of ivy tomorrow morning. It's been raining a lot today, so the ground will be nice and soft. Reminds me of a line I heard that Ren says in that last episode:

"So soft. So squishy. So full of nerve endings so close to the surface."

Eldest Aunt would kill me if she knew I was into sick stuff like that! Hee-hee-hee, I love Ren! ;)

I have been working on a Ren and Stimpy fanfic for many months now. I might post it here when I have the time. Last night I drew an upcoming scene from it, an it turned out to be the most disturbing picture I've ever drawn. Bwahaha. I've also got a Darkwing Duck fic in the works.

In case you're wondering, the picture involves a fan character, a meat grinder, and a Ren-lookalike. Hee-hee-hee-hee!!! >:)

What the-- you are the ultimate main character--the author! You control everything. Go you! Youlove angst, and you love slash, and you alsolove chocolate and green tea. And chicken.Gotta love the chicken.

Well, let's see... I had a wonderful time at the first WAIT meeting. I have gotten to know Jappish and Little Jappish, as well as their parents. I redesigned the WAIT logo, too! I drew up a rough draft, which got rave reviews from the WAIT members, then I had it refined with help from Eldest Aunt and her computer at work. The logo is going to be on t-shirts, pamphlets, flyers - everything you can think of! Jappish's mother wants me to help with the production of WAIT videos and the creation of the WAIT website now, too! They really want and respect my opinion... I feel so important. :)

John Kricfalusi wanted to see my artwork and know more about me, so he has yet to reply to about four e-mails. ;) He'll be receiving more when I get more artwork on the computer. He has a self-portrait, a collage of my many cartoon fan characters, and the WAIT logo so far. I told him to be brutally honest with me about what he thinks. I really, really respect his opinion. I doubt he'll let me work at Spumco, but at the very least, I hope he'll take me under his tutelage. To have John K. teach me how to draw... that would so totally kick@$$.

I went to a Republican soiree in Virginia on July 4th with Eldest Aunt and a friend of hers. We only went there for the food, thank God. I couldn't stand being there long... conservatives to the left of me... conservatives to the right of me... in front of me... behind me...

"Melissa," I thought to myself, "thou truly art in Hell."

Not that I hate Republicans (though I often think I do), but I do disagree with many of their ideas. I find them to be very close-minded. I'm not an all-out liberal, either. There are a few Democratic ideas I don't like. I'm somewhere in the middle, though I'm leaning more towards the left. I truly dislike politics, however... I don't touch the stuff with a ten-foot pole.

After the soiree, we went to a craft fair, where I met and got the business card of an author of two murder mysteries. He wants to see my writing, and I'm pretty excited about that. I also bought a trilobite fossil for Mom (they were selling giant shark's teeth in that booth, too), and a cat puppet for me which I named Snowball. After having a lovely dinner and dessert at Eldest Aunt's friend's house, we got an excellent seat at a fireworks show. My ears were just as assaulted as my eyes. If I hear one more BOOM!, I'll explode. The show was beautiful, though, and nice and long.

Yesterday, I helped Eldest Aunt with yardwork, met an artist neighbor of hers (she does fabulous paintings), and went shopping for extra food. Eldest Aunt has gone away this morning for the next four or five days. I'll be alone with Bay, Fuzzy and Vanilla the cats, and my Norweigian Uncle. I have the day off today, but starting tomorrow I have a bunch of chores, which really sucks. Oh, well... I just hope I'll have time for fun.

Man, lemme tell ya... I've never been this excited to write in my blog. Okay, let me update ya's on the latest scoops in my life.

For starters, just before I left for Eldest Aunt's, I received an e-mail from who I expected was someone very important... someone I practically worshipped. After checking for authenticity, I was absolutely sure that this person was none other than John Kricfalusi, the creator of Ren and Stimpy!

No, I'm not pulling your leg, I'm very serious! John lurks around this Ren and Stimpy forum I belong to, and he saw a message I had addressed to him. He replied, so I was pretty psyched. I wrote him again, and I told him I loved drawing cartoons. So now John wants to see my artwork! This is so completely unreal... I bet anybody who reads this is gonna think I'm lying thru my teeth. I wouldn't blame them. Oh, he also let me deliver a message to the forum members that he personally wrote. (beams) I feel pretty good! Happy happy happy! Joy joy-- aaarggh! Ack, phewf! BAY FARTED! Dear God, that stinks... he smells like a damn skunk... a DEAD skunk. Way to kill the mood, Bay. :p

Anyway, I went to Youth Service yesterday with Eldest Aunt and Norweigian Uncle. It was long and boring, but I kept myself busy by writing in my binder. I met Jappish's sister, too (whom I will call Little Jappish because she's the younger sister of Jappish). I also spent some quality time with my Uncle, something I've never done. I bought a Wario World playing guide at the mall, then we visited a lake that was filled with ducks. Uncle loves ducks as much as I do, apparently. We talked about Donald Duck a lot, too. (Did you know that "duck" in Norweigian is "ank"?)

I tried to do some yardwork this morning for Eldest Aunt while she was at work. I got most of it finished, but I can't finish the job entirely because the rake's head popped off. It keeps popping off every time I try to put it back on and use it again. Besides, I have to rake out leaves from under a freakin' holly bush!! Those leaves are absolutely painful!

I can't wait for Eldest Aunt to come home for lunch. It's awfully lonely around here... I'm reading Female Cousin's copy of "Order of the Phoenix," BTW. It's pretty good so far, but Harry is so angry... he isn't himself anymore. It kinda scares me.

Eldest Aunt has a new addition to her backyard; it's a small labyrinth she built. It took her a long time to make. She has instructed me to walk through it whenever I feel upset. I don't know how much it will help, but I'm willing to try anything. Female Cousin's friend (whom I will refer to from now on as Jappish) is on my mind again. I wonder if she will grow to like me.

I met a young boy named Zachary and his mother Lisa on the train ride down to Eldest Aunt's house. Zach loved video games as much as I did, and we even played each other's Game Boy Advance Games. I got my first taste of Pokemon Ruby. Man, the names of those new Pokemon are freakin' strange. Zigzagoon? Poochyena? Come on, I'd prefer the Japanese names over that gobbeldygook.

I've always wanted to create my own Pokemon-type creatures, but it's a lot harder than it looks, especially coming up with my own story for them. I have tried to gain inspiration by playing NeoPets (I have multiple accounts there that I am currently neglecting), but to no avail. Man, how can I possibly come up with creatures as cool as Pokemon, anyway? They're all so clever in their design. I can't stand Digimon; they all look like they're copies of one another, changed only slightly. Waah, I hate and detest having lack of inspiration. It grates on my nerves like you wouldn't believe, and it's sorely frustrating.

Eldest Aunt is cooing over her gift from Mom - three pairs of homemade earrings. It's my Mom's hobby. She sometimes sells them for money. It's also one of the few things that actually makes her seem feminine to me. (shrugs) I don't know, Mom just seems too tough at times, too busy, too angry. She's not ill-tempered, tho... not usually, anyway. She just always needs a reason to be doing something or to show her strength against opposition. But she also is a very charitable person - she helps our elderly neighbors, she gives away clothes to clothing drives held by the local church, plus many other things I can't name right now. I miss her already... I'm already homesick. :(